POETRY -- Liao Shutao

Destiny scattered its big net and captured the heart,I was born in this world,followed wishes,exiled myself to distant places.

Proud soul,wrapped with an unyielding ambition,I despised those glory of the world,in this lifelonged for chasing the true meaning of thoughts and emotions,to mold brilliance.

I considered the luxuries on earth were clouds of passing fog,would rot in time,only great emotions,could go on for a long time.

I have seen countless flowersbloomed brilliantly,showing rich colors,and a beautiful pure world;I have seen clouds in the blue sky,with free willfloating quietly and proudly;I have seen the passion of lightningas sharp swords across the dark sky;I have heard the thunder’s sounds like samurais’s footsteps,heavier and heavier, shaking the world.

Clouds in the skyit was you which brought me the feelings of a wanderer,dreams rushed forward, never stop,so I was exiled to this wasteland,eager to follow the light in the distance.

Now that beauty has come to my heart,now that my wish has painted it with touching colors,now that passion has surrounded it,now that the years have added a beautiful look on its appearance.

I already knew itin this life, I will not have the everyday joy of the world,I already knew itthe road is full of hardships,I already knew itin addition to hard work, I will be accompanied by loneliness.

that's itI was on a journey in a dream, exiled myself.01/20/2020

A Winter’s LodgeLiao Shutao

One

Cold air captured the year,flowing slowly in Winter,wind from the North Polecutting the ground,passing through vast areas, sharp as a blade,silver snowfield,no traces of the beasts could be seen.

Drizzle like silk,drifting in the twilight of blurred land,in the reflecting shadows of time, when I woke up,often looked back at the steps of life,always so hurry,always looked forward to the future,too late to wipe the dust off the face,white hairs had been painted with gray on the sides of cheeks.

Years curled their limbs,wrapped the heart of the earth,like a leaf, changing colors,showing the end of fate,I came here naked,did not bring any ordinary things,when I leave, I can’t take anything from this world,only lovecan be left behind.

Two

Snowflakes as silver coinsflying in the soft heart of people,melting into sad faces,flowers bloomed and fell,dozens of Winters and Summers had disappeared,the footprints of this life were full of expectations of the past,I longed for the warmth on earth,but not all dreams,could walk with wishes.

Arctic wind brought salty seawaterand the messages of fish tumbled in the waves,the sea always sighed passing through the nicks in the clock,its mother body released heat energy and refused to be solidified into ice fields,which were no temperature.

After a short rest, I packed my bags up,trekking in snow-covered mountains,although envious the eagle could have fly wings, its freedom, its vision, its height, its speed,but I had the perseverance of a pilgrim,to follow the fiery sincerity of thoughts.

Three

When Winter came,we lit a warm fireplace,put on a glass of strong wine, or a pot of hot tea,sitting around and telling the miss after departure,recalling those blurred pasts,sometimes sad, sometimes with tears, sometimes sighing, sometimes to relive the lost pride,a pure spiritual world, holy thoughts, could fly freely,far from the high and the low of this world.

Cold wind and snow sent hasty knocks,opened the door to welcome the guest from afar,no matter where you came from, whoever you were,please sit by this warm fireplace,join us to savor the warmth of the world.01/02/2020

CLIMBING MOUNTAIN PEAK OF THE SOULLiao Shutao​

Voyage One

Vast void, the other pole of time,just like a flipped copper coin,dropped in the dust of the universe.

I came here,didn’t know the scenes of the previous life,nor could I predict the future after this life,eternity was reincarnated into the moments,born in the palace of this mother earth,with the gentle wind,kissing the earth with a childish heart.

I full-heartedly embraced the earth with open arms,dark brown earthexuding the smell of grass,the smell of the tree truss,the smell of ears of rice in the fields,the smell of rotten leaves,the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums swaying in the wind,scent of grazing livestockand the smell of cooking smoke from farmhouses.

Transparent rainfalling slowly from the sky,brought pure loveinto the heart of people,I bent over and picked up those natural mantles,decorated my body with flowers and fragrant wood,birds dancing in the air, brought true blessings,among the blooming flowers,began the beautiful voyage of this earth.

Wind always blew in the soft places of the soul,telling the feelings of this world.

Voyage Two

I used to be in the dense pine forestspicking up those fallen pine cones,I used to be among the weeds in the hillslistening to the whispers of cricketsand cicadas perching between branches,I used to be in the hills covered with mountain grassrunning and playing,I used to put beautiful feelingsinto the cooking smoke of farmhouses,I used to put my good wishes in the clouds of the blue skyfollowing its brilliant and distant float.

As the wild geese flying between north and south,I was eager to measurethe difference between warm and cold,the distance between reality and ideal.

Under the mountain of this life,the coming road had been covered by the mist,the path in front of me was long and dim.looking up, the desire to climb rose in my heart,I trampled my suffering under my feet, and turned it into the dust of nirvana of this life.

Voyage Three

I had packed my bags, and prepared for this life as a full-strength voyage,with the fortitude of a lonely pilgrim,sages words,inscribed in the pages of the soul.

In the palace of the heart,wishes could grow like trees,until in the annual rings of time, bearing heavy fruits;in the realm of emotion,dreams could build up like rocks,until reaching the distant sky.

I walked in doubt, and turned around on the misty mountain trails.clouds were covered with heavy mountain shadows,the dawn just came, it shone on the tops of pines and cypresses, white cranes were wandering over the peaks,at this moment, I had brought my ambitions,with the passion of a strong man risking his wrists,a phoenix led the birds down,singing Dante's Divine Comedy for me,I learned that travelling in this life was a season of purgatory,I couldn’t judge the quality of beings,but the roads to heaven and hell were naturally different.

Came to the woods for a short break,the tree god held nuts for mesucked the pure sweet dews when thirsty,a torrential rain suddenly came,I washed my dusty soul in this heavenly bath,following the direction of the land god,while the fairies in the forest offered me a requiem,lightning illuminated the trails in the mountains,I no longer hesitated,re-gathering the courage to move forward,years made people aging, the roads were full of vicissitudes,flying snow has arrived, mountains were covered with plain clothes, pure silver light flashedin the vast silver colored sea, I trekked alone, burst a long lonely chant,the dancing white snow liberated my passion, dense fog engulfed my figure,heavenly sound echoed in my ears at this moment,It seemed that the moon lady in favored of my travelling.

Voyage Four

A voice said to me, "Go back, go back! This journey is really dangerous."but I couldn’t change the fate from my previous life,still how could I give up my promise to myself in this life?although the trails were long and the roads were difficult,the path to heaven was above, how could I stop climbing?perhaps the full meaning of this life,just on this journey.12/04/2019

FOUR SEASONSLiao Shutao

Season OneVoid crossed the void, floating in the void.time nurtured time, passing in time,years experienced years, impregnating with the weather of the years,like the tides of the sea, flowing through the wasteland of the mind.

I don't know where they came from? Where they sprouted?the seeds of life, have come here,spread in the oceans, and the land surrounding them,growing in silence,carrying the desire to grow.

I don't believe in languagecan portray the beginning of life,and all the colors of its Spring,its splendid, its colorfulness, its richness,its existence with heartbreaking beauty,under the blue skybreeding,full of hunger for beauty.

But I really believethe heart of Spring,with sacred colors,to follow it,can hold the true color of life,during the growth periodwill not lose its purity?

At the beginning of the trip,always full of desires,but constantly lost in the passage of time;on the way to trek,years of cruelty killing the face of our youth,made it no longer shine the glory of the past.

A Spanish-speaking IndianWatching my painting quietly for a long time,said to me:"I respect artists very much. It is that you bring people a beautiful feeling. I can't imagine a world without art."when talking,the eyes were shining with joy,I saw him again, many years later,his appearance had experienced the world’s weather,and his eyes were no longer shining with the touching light.what was revealed was the vicissitudes of the world.

Season TwoI hoped to travel in the fruit,to explore its secrets.

its birthwas a very distant travel,in an imperceptible field,had gone through thousands of miles,after the accumulation of cells,embraced a complete soul.

Stamens sprouted in the wind,weeping in the rain,singing high in thunder,bursting passion in the sun.

After the flower buds spread out brilliantly,we were welcoming heavy fruits,above themcovered with dense beesand dancing butterflieswhispering with the soft wind,next to the flowerswere vast wheat fields,next to the wheat fieldswere layered mountains with dense forests.blockedthe wind blowing from the sea.

I used to follow the bees to travel.tasted the juice in the flowers,not all the stamens were sweet,but if you kept collecting,in the end, there would be a fragrant honey.

Where the cattle lived,lurking wolves,when we got lost,would lose lives,sometimesalso lose the soul.

Season ThreeAutumn was presented in fullnesseverywhere flowing golden leavesjoy brought people together,here was the season for harvest.

Harvest doesn’t just mean possession,also means lost,show in each other's cycle,like beautiful flowers,when their are in full bloom,also mean about to wither,when have been withered,mean bright blooms again.

So, you don’t have to be sad when you lose,but you must be happy in harvest.

When life has passed away,the sky still exists,the earth still exists,love still exists,beauty still exists.

Season FourIn a late dusk, came a travelling monk,asked me about the road to life,I have been thinking for a long time, creeping lips,in the end, I could not make a sound.11/16/2019

CROSSING THE BOUNDARY OF THE SOULLiao Shutao​

1. Above the mountains

Timestacking like moving rubble,Layer after layerengulfed by the earth,in the historical gear, showing the hidden of matter.

From east to west, I was walking between the open atmosphere,above the peaks,hearing the song of ecstasy,in consciousness, only one residual leaf remainedflying in the air, I didn't know where it would land?wind drifted through this domain,left a blank void.

Deep love,always grieved us and made us weak,a person who was playing the piano in his sleep,using the music,to tear people's hearts,we shed tears, we sighed, we were speechless,waiting for that moment,when the moonlight was falling looking down on the earth.

Years, like the flying gold of the universe,quickly across the sky,falling heavily in the bottom of people's hearts,from the barren ruins, one stood up,like a tree, strongly connected to the earth,plunged the huge fingers of God,made the history of natureonce again revealed.

Who was crying late at night?walking alone in this life-nurturing land,difficult to cover up the grief in his heart,the face of compassion,forgotten in the sand.

Crossing the flying geese,air rolling in the air,echoing the sound of the tides,came like waves, and melted into the thick dark clouds.

In the heart of the earth,collected hundreds of millions of years of mine veins,because of the effect of forcessqueezing each other,unyielding battle history,buried all the bodies of animals and plants,right hereconstantly dying,rotting,burning,fantasized new elements, nutrients of biological derivatives,once again became a living body,to complete its unyielding voyage.

There could be a vast landscape between the eyes,crossing the ocean, crossing the forest, crossing the endless plains,flowing former happenings,

mountains grew in the heart of the earth.had an uncompromising will,until this moment came,to all over the land,upward desires, embracing tightly with heaven.

2. The story of the river

When the sun had not yet arrived,a distant place where life couldn’t travel,cold squeezed liquid waterinto solid glacier,cruelly cutting space,with a silent transformation, telling the history of nature,blocked life,underneath it,Bacteria would not stop evolution for a moment.the flocks of fish always came unexpectedly in the cold, the cry of life burst from the heart of the soil,penetrated the ocean, penetrated the earth, penetrated the sky,surging in the vast space.

Please try to put the river into the water body.to tell softly.

glaciers in the warm touch of the sun,with illusion in soft skin,flower-like water particles bloomed above,softened the cold heart,infiltrating the land,more and more, faster and faster,they rushing to each other, joyateing each other, telling each other, and integrating with each other.didn’t know where to go,just kept running forward, with eagerness, with passion, with joy,coming from the sky, going into the heart of the earth,humble heart, wanted to fill the earth,in the end, they merged into river basins.

What language, color and brushwork should I use?to describe the riversa flowing story,when they were resting, would turn into lakes.under the quiet starlights, revealing ripples of lightlistening to the sound of the waves from the distant sea,sometimes you would meetfootprints left by pilgrims from afar, or by the trekkers,creatures bathing on the banks of rivers, washing their feet and igniting bonfires.

3. The distant forest

Soil breeded in the earth's heart,put a layer of dark brown clothing on the ground.there,growing up a dense forest,blocking the torrents rolling from distant regions.

A miracle about wishes, blue sky, and upward climbing.

From Xishuangbanna in Asia,North American lakes of Illinois,Amazon River Basins,at the foot of the European Alps,trees multiplied like tides,pulled the roots deep into the dirt,devoured greedily,burning in the sun, disillusionment, new life,demonstrating cruel killing, deadly pursuition,death and the continuation of life.

Wind blew from the Great Plains of Africa, the snowy peaks of northern Europe, the Himalayas, and the Caribbean coast, constantly surrounded,spreading the seeds of life,in the visit of wind God,trees did not stop breeding and growing for a moment,combined into vast green sea like waves, dancing under the blue sky.

You could witness life here, and you could witness death here.

At a certain moment, under the lightning, flames gushed from the center of the earth,bloody red magma, burning in the sky,instantly turned the green forest into ashes.

The hand of kindness, spilling rain from the sky,nourishing the hungry heart ,in dead silence,unyielding willonce again, changed into lives.

4. The return of the soul

In the silent mindI picked up the echoes of history,those great verses that had been forgotten by life,death in life,reborn in death,cycling on an eternal journey...10/23/2019

MEDITATION IN TARRYTOWNLiao Shutao

1.

The flowing water of Hudson River down southward,was changing in every moment,decomposed into seventy two colors,in silence, passing through various fish, jellyfish, other zooplankton and plants, underwater creatures covered by fungi, bacteria,into the bottom of the river bed,to its wet history.

It was there,were the songs of American Indians that had been buried in time,like sad stories in a dream,kept chanting on me.

Although the echoes of the battlefields in those historytogether with the enchanting dance beside the campfirealready had gone,the railroad tracks still silently watching the river,let it talk about those fascinating pasts;at one end of the riverhanging jungle like high buildings, the pageantry of wine glass , elegant smiles of gentlemen and ladies, the sad figures of beggars, and their painful weeping;at the other end, hanging stories of the Headless Horseman, the dazzling bonfire of Indians,in the deep night of the wilderness, at moon night, at dawn,he came silently, then quietly left,his headless shadow had an electric shock with death like colors.

2.

On a bright Spring day,the rails were continuously cut by harsh sound,moving north,the warmth in the carbeing elongated bit by bit, turned into a transparent tear in memory,falling in the sound of wind, infiltrated in the fertile soil, severely blocked by the lichens,senselessly licking the mysteries of life and tracing the years that had passed.

I seemed to seeIndian knights were running in the clouds,the joyful whistles were rolling in the mouth,long colored feathers swaying on their heads.

On both sides of the river, outside the train windows,mountains, bridges, waterfowl, seagulls and houses on both sides of the riverfacing the rocks with silence,gradually plunging into the distant horizon.

At some point in history, the river was no longer flowing,like a transparent face with aphasia,forgotten in the glove of time.

On the corner of the train station in Tarrytown,a no longer young lady was approaching us,with a youthful smile on her face,we asked softly:"Good hearted lady please ask , how could we go to the beautiful lodging which we have booked, how to walk, so as not to get lost in this life?"in the twisted valley, you needed to bypass a mirror like lake,although she also liked to stroll through the mountains, she emphasized that this was an impossible voyage.

Seeing that we were determined to walk,she could only say that wish us a good luck.

Passing one after another countryside charming houses,along the path between the mountains,the water of the transparent lake was immersed in the threshold of the soul,narrating the emotions after separation, and the feelings of sadness,

but we already got lost on the way in this distance,thanks to a good hearted couple aged ,who called us into their car,sending us to the lodgement we wanted to go.

3.

Mr. Washington Irving, a gentleman who came back from Europewith an ancient Weckquaesgeek tribe indigenous chief, as well as his tribal wizard,visited the cottage where we were living after midnight,the chief told us about The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Valley,here his tribe had fought fiercely;Mr. Irving whispered a scary story:the most notorious of The Sleepy Hollow Valley should be the Headless Horseman,a poor Hessian soldier,in a nameless battle, whose head shot off by a stray cannonball and became a ghost,his headless body was always riding on a white horse,since then, he has been wandering around the secluded canyons in the dark night, looking for his lost head;The silent wizard now argued thatin fact, before the arrival of the Dutch, it had been already entangled in ghosts, and people had lived a dreamlike life.

This is Tarrytown,a ghost world filled with unforgettable atmosphere,here, the night unfolds its imagination: silence, faraway, life, death, honor, sorrow, and psychedelic loneliness,was always flushed over and over again by the imaginations from the heart, keeping interrogating.

I couldn't recall their figures when they left,but heard the branches in the shade banging the window of our room urgently, in the deep night, the hooves gradually approached and gradually became clearer,violence in fear,put a headless shadow figure behind our window,watching us quietly through the glass pane,bearing deep sorrow,then with the hooves,disappeared in the misty moon night,there were long echoes in the silence of loneliness.

4.

Came to the downstairs for breakfast in the morning,"Hello, Mr. and Ms., I hope you had a wonderful night!"the Spanish girl at the front desk smiling at us, revealing her white jade teeth.

There, the sun was shining on the flowers, cultivating every inch of the soil.1/21/2019

I WANT TO TELL YOU IN FOUR SEASONSLiao Shutao

1.

When my heartwas closing to thy heartit was trembling because of happiness,but thou refused,saying thou didn't need it,let it fall in the dust, with its own loneliness,let the footsteps of passersbytrample over it;

I held thee in my arms,wanted to make thine lifeaway from the suffering in this world,I didn't knowwithout its nourishment,flowers in thy heartwould not bloom;

I wanted to fully fill thine cup,with the water of life,to make thine life foreverin happiness,but thou refused,saying thou didn't need it,thenI had to give all the treasures in my soul,to those passersby who happened to meet in life;

When I saw thee,feltthe breaths of thy life,my life would fulfillof joybecause of the existence of thine life,

thou didn't need to give me any reward.for the first moment I saw thee in this world,I have completely received it;

I wanted to give theeall what I had,butwhen I was doing so,the opportunities for happiness,also chased away by mefrom the door in front of thine soul,became a sinner;

Lovemade my heartweak,I couldn't afford it,the weight ofthy life,for thislost control and felt anger,thou thoughtthat was because of thou,in fact, it was just a painstaking struggle in the depths of my soul.cryfor the unachievable love,I did not knowhow should I makearrangement for thou,making thee feel comfortable and easy,lovemade me shudder,at a loss,I did not knowwhat kind of beautiful anadem should I use?to decorate thee,how to act,could be worthy ofthe possession of having thee.

2.

I saw thee chasingthe glorious palacein desire,finallywas tightly bound, by that desireunable to move,lament with tingling;

What should I doto make thee feelthe venom inside that desire?it was wrappedwith so enticing decoration,I did not knowhowcould give thee strengthto resist its deadly lure?what thou already had in thine life,the fruit of happiness,thou abandoned at the door of self home,rottenin time, milledby dust,trampledby passersby;

Thou could haveleaning over and picking it up,butthy eyes,still eagerly watchingthe distant horizona radiance of magnificence,thou could hadpicked up the fruit of happiness,planted it inthy atrium,butthou refused;

How could I let thee know,the tree of thine life,didn't need thatlavish abode,because of thy life itselfmore splendid than it,at thine feetin the soil, there was what it neededall the nutrients,could make it grow strong,but thou refused;

How could I let thee know,no need to explorethe meaning of the sunshine in front of thy windowbecause of its true meaningwas to be there, shining on theethy young porch,thy hairline,thy dreamy eyes,even the glory of heavenwas no more splendid than itif itcouldn't make thee feel happiness,and the paradisewas also unable to do;

I hopedthou should be always young, always live in this world,butI also knewthat wasan extravagant thought that could not be achieved,just as a flowerthere should be bud, bloom, fading, and wilting,just like day and night,four Seasons,in the cycleillustratingthe beauty of nature,how could Ithinkone period was better than the others?in caseI could appreciatea flowerwhen in blossom,I alsoshould be able toenjoyIts fading,in caseI could appreciatethe lyric music during the day,I shouldalso be able tofeelthe brightness of the night,how could I thinkbirth was betterthan death?the arrangements by naturegave themequivalent beauty,equivalent meaning,we could calmly gazethe eye of death,listen tothe gradually clearechos of its footsteps,with a mood of peaceevenecstaticswelcome its coming,embraceand snuggle in its arms,as to cherishanew life;

Ifat a certain dawn,or at dusk,thou stooped thine head,carefullylooked at thine own feetevery inch of dirt,surroundingflowers, fallen leaves, flying birds,and use thy soulto whisper with them,thou would discoverthey wereall the miracles and the meaning of the existence of this world,thine heartwould be wrapped with happinessin the ocean of life.

3.

During the time I couldn’t see thee,I could sense thy lifeby listeningthe sound of blood flowinginside of my body,becausethere was the same bloodflowing inside thine,I could see thy imagefrom my own nails, skin,when my getting drier hairsliding down in the mirror,thereI could perceive thee,a new life, in this world,it made me happy.being exhausted hereon the journey,thouas a flower bud,always blooming in my soul's dwelling

I should as love my own lifelove the suffering, the passionate tearsin my life,without their deep embraces,how could I understandthoseprofound poetry lines,andthe true meaning of love in life?

On the roadthe returned travelers,thou were the messengers from afar, telling medid notin vainto search the kingdom of heaven,if there was one,it must be herethe world we were living;

in casemy soulwas a poor desert,how couldI be rich in life?in casemy soulwas blessed,all the timewithprecious wealth,how could my life be poor?

Please don't sighfor thelapse of timethou hadn't lost anything, thou didn't have anything,becausethine losses and possessions,always intertwined with each other.12/7/2008

THE EULOGY OF LIFE

Liao Shutao

1, Elements

Golden leaves fell in the fall,went down into the deep night;the sound of the requiem,lifted up by the body of the sea,the spraying waves were a tribute to the sorrowers and the sages.

Searching barefoot against the river,mountains, rivers, forests, oceans, sky, universe,filtered through the screen of the heart;In the heart of the feet,in Asia, Europe, Americas famous or unnamed cities, or the streets of countryside,after the memories were dispersed, gathered again, and some parts have been forgotten.how many joys and sorrows, departures and gatherings, again and again, were severely washed by the years,tears and glory were treasured by the soul,in the latitude from Da An District of Zigong to Corona of New York,recorded,the thousand footprints of a pilgrim,unyielding traveler,with all the heat of life,writing the musicals of life in the golden glow of the sun,melted in faith.

Inside the palm of a hand, the world like a river of criss-crosses ,the cries of lives were blown away by the wind to the years gone by,gold, wood, water, fire, earth, odd numbers, even numbers, molecules, atoms, ions, hadrons, protons, particles, bosons,the weak interaction of dark matter constituted the elements of life,the world was the same in matter,being wrapped in thoughts,everything was in matter,in addition to the substances in movement,we had nothing.

The balance of inertia, after being decomposed by motion,going to a process that had no end:inorganic, organic, multi-molecular systems, primitive lives, animals, plants, humans, all things and all spirits.

2, Shapes

In space,between the spaces,chaos of the black holes that could not be touched in space,shapes were everywhere,they even existed in those unnamed places, the original of the universe,elements were surging,created miracles of lives.

Deep in the ocean, elements continuing to merge and evolve;in the mud and veins of the mountains,oxidized substances interacting with each other to cause a life to multiply in deformation.

The road to heaven was not far away,buried in the depths of the earth between the peaks and the peaks,vegetation and trees were different from each other and grew in strange forms;in the roars of beasts, animals were fleeing in various looks ;below the aerial geese, goshawks chasing the birds across the sky;in the rough seas, whale sharks went to clusters of fish in front with their opening mouths .

If I could watch the romances of lives in another space, love, hate, emotion and animosity in this world;if I could be in another remote place in the universe, having different forms, being able to wipe away the painful tears of this life;if the vastness and remote, distance in the light years was only a way of time and space conversion, did not need travel to reach;if a life could get out of form, became a transcendental existence, freely transforming the soul with the flesh.

Why is the night so dark?is the day so dazzling?is the Spring so colorful?is the dawn so fresh?is the dusk so touching ?is the flowing water so clear?

In addition to colors, how could we describe colors?

Use blue to depict the harmony of blue, and then use it to depict the sky and fantasy, misty dreams, lost thoughts, and grief of life in a calm night;reveal green poetry in green, and then reveal the music of spring and life, the dropping green of leaves, the lush vegetation, the hope inside a heart;express red passion in red, and then use it to express the Loftiness and brilliance, the flame of a life, the evening glow at dusk;write the nobleness of yellow in yellow, and then use it to understand the fragility and the desires of a life. decay, the golden glow of the sun, stars and the moon.

Black and white have been blended in waves of movement,in harsh Winter we kissed each other in a cold wetland,or on a sunny Spring day, touched the seeds with sprouts in a life.

4, Emotions

Emotions, born in life, were splendid in human nature.

Beside Yishui river, Jīngkē was chanting, under the foot of the Great Wall, Mengjiang was mourning,on Jiéshí mountain , Mengde passionately recited his grief about life, in front of The Red Cliff, Suzi sorrowfully made a memorandum to the ancient times,Mengjiao used words to reveal how deep a mother’s love could be,《Lísāo Ode》Quzi was strolling on the clouds,Shakespeare doubted the meaning about life and death, Dante represented the pitiful underworld,Whitman put his love in the grasses, Hemingway had a spectacular view of The Old Man And The Sea,Van Gogh vanished in the wheat fields of Arles, Modigliani had two eyes that could not see.

Walk on land, wearing a luscious dress, or simply being wrapped in a piece of rough cloth,between coming and going with haste, all in reincarnation bearing the Spring and Autumn of a life.

5, Thoughts

What could be done without going to the farthest place, through all the spaces, in a blink of an eye, reached the other end of the vast universe?who could face reality but see nothing, neglecting the most important existence in front of us, changing the truth of existence, creating endless sufferings in the world?what made a human demonstrate something differently, the nobleness of a life, the great emotions let the ordinary things flash brilliantly, making life into a beautiful journey?what made a despicable person fit in, stubbornly betrayed, and became a shameless walking dead, cruel practitioner?what made you give authority to others, willingly became a slave of the soul, let yourself curl in a dark corner?

We act within our minds and are defined by our minds.

6, Desires

How many great dynasties and cities have vanished, during one smile of a beauty?

The king of Wu had the extreme beauty Xishi,the majesty of Zhou gave away thousands of gold for winning a smile of his lover Baosi,Daji proved the extravagance Dixing the ruler of Shang dynasty,Dongzhuo was murdered under the charming appearance of Diaochan,from 《The Song of Everlasting Sorrow》 , Minghuang of Tang kingdom sadly listened to the sound of bells under a night rain,In 《Luoshen Ode》 , Caozhi described his lover as elegant as a light cloud covering the Moon,Troy has flowed into a bloody river within one glance of Helen.

The streets of the cities, the bridges between the mountains, the magical architectures, the wonderful singing, the fascinating lines of poetry, passionate art, invisible networks and artificial intelligence，all were achieved by desires.

It traveled from the past to the present, into the future, inside and outside our bodies, where the footprints could reach, destroying and creating in the hunting field between life and death.

7, Love

Love is the unbearable weight of the soul.

It has no sound, no form, no proof of its existence,but once it is in our hearts, we will act for life, without any instructions.

The thin sewing thread in the hands of a mother, the footprints going home from a distant wanderer,construction sites in the cities, cultivating green paddy fields of farmers,fruitful gardens, the whispers by windows, warm firesides,even in the dark passages of the mines;or in a cold Winter, with biting, trembling wind,or working tirelessly under the burning Sun,or carrying a heavy burden and walking alone to the direction of home in a dark night.

On the roads, in the dust, within crowded buses, on the trains going to all directions,everything in this world is in love, during the vicissitudes of lives, all beings are running for love.

8, Fusion

Everything came from the dust,after the travel, returned to the dust......11/25/2018

MIRAGELiao Shutao

Foreword

The origin of life, the competition of primitive natural forces, the ugliness and the beauty of human nature, the rise and the decline of civilizations, the glory and the extinction of the history；This poem is described in the context of New York City.

1， In The Water

Through the distortion of matter and energy,time disappeared at its original point,the continuum of time, space, and energy was forgotten by consciousness in its fractures,and buried all the painful thoughts,at the same time were buried:quark, hadrons, leptons, particles, atoms, electromagnetic waves, matters, stars, galaxies, lives,even the dark matter and the dark energy were not spared,at the very beginning before the Big Bang,everything was returned to darkness, and returned to The One,time disappeared at the end of the universe,to the end of the end, restored to Nothingness,

In Nothingness to dialogue with God.

There was one person,walking with handstand, reading inside his fingers,allowing liquid to hover inside his fingers and the gaps between the fingers,finally, seeped it into The Void,everything was splitting, and expanding,a continuous process, a continuous change,keeping away from each other in division and expansion,at the same time smashed into each other with the extreme speed,space chasing space; time forgetting time,to regroup, arrange, and turn,in chaos,threw down an aerolite,to form the land of earth.

The blue ocean was like a tear of the universe falling from the dusty air,firmly attached onto the chest of the earth,it was transforming its sighs in the alternation of day and night,ice and snow gradually merged into the liquid of ocean at the two poles of the earth......

When mountains were also melted by water,a wise man with long white beard,from the ancient times, calling me in the water,playing strings without sound,his long white beard growing in the silent music,until it deeply inserted into the earth and the ocean,and his white hairs were like trembling nerves stretching upwards,into the boundless gray sky,in a flash of lightnings,disappeared before my eyes.

I came here to walk in the blue ocean,to the palace built by corals in the sea, the place where life originated,invited blue to describe in a blue way, the waves to soothe the sorrow of the waves,elements to embrace each other and to narrate with the way they should,chromosomes and cells,breeding lives by Nothingness timed one,nurturing protists, algae and mangroves,noctiluca, coralline algae, seaweed, agar, jellyfish, leeches, stone insects, sea cactus;pearl shells, clams, octopus, and jade snails; whale sharks, albatrosses, penguins, tern, and seals with spines, ......

Various shaped, various colored water organisms,arranged or unarranged, ordered or disordered, swift or sluggish,dancing in the most egocentric way in the blue liquid,joyful for their miracles of evolution,these magnificent, no marginal classics of visual epic,were staged at every moment in the transparent, blue liquid,imported to the beginning of myths.

From prokaryotic bacteria and blue-green algae to single-celled organisms,a ceaseless self-propagation and evolution,the first soft fiber,formed skin, tendons, blood vessels, bones and connected bodies,formed a torso, four limbs, fingers, fingernails,and eyes which could look at the ocean, nostrils and lips breathing in the sea,after a journey of billions of years, it became a conscious life,for thousands of years has been roving in the endless blue water.

Finally one day, it wanted to look up at the sky and the deep universe behind the sky,then the first time bursted out a human-like roar, came to land.

Sometimes in the darkness,under the starry dark blue sky,when wrapped in the silence of waves,he would sit on a narrow reef near the edge of the island,playing with an Indian clarinet or a flute,sending his soul to the heaven where God live,the sound was sometimes clear and bright, penetrating through the clouds away,or sincerely sad and desolate, endless in the air and returning back,coinciding with the innocently breathing of the vast wilderness of North America,as a flowing ritual from the soul throughout the universe again and again,true love flowed from his flute, lingering over the clouds above emotions,the sound of hawks, wolves, thunders, wind, and rain was sometimes mixed with flute,at that moment, his mind has flown to the top of the forest,wolves were running in the valleys, between the mountains and the trees in the forests,stopped in the sound of flute, saluted, with dazzling dancing,main cardinals, flamingos, green-winged ducks, songbirds, red-bellied woodpeckers and long-tailed mourning dovesflying in the air,and there were northern shovelers playing in the water.

Before the dawn came, he made a contract with the God in the forest,a memorandum of God, spirits and all things.

His ancestors, put feathers on their hats,as a symbol of bravery, honor, beauty and wealth;they wrote with hieroglyphics，and started to count from zero;they worshiped totem religion believing that all things had spirits, the eternal life of the soul;worshiped the Gods of nature: the God of sun, God of moon, God of cloud, God of rain, God of flower, God of corn ;used the shape of cross as the symbol of religion,

“ The sun and the stars, we are your children!”they prayed like this during the worship in the Sun Temple.

He did not belong to this island,a few months ago,he had refused to execute a massacre necessary for being a warrior in a battle of two clans,being treated as a coward, they were about to give him a severe punishment by the people of his clan,one dark night,when the tribe was in celebration of victory,escaped in a canoe,in the first few days, he was flowing on the unpredictable streams in the jungle, and fled in desperation, and almost died,in the legend of his clan, the water flowing down South, would become wider and wider,leading to a gap without margin, where it was the gateway to the new world,he believed he has come there,here, outside of this small island,surrounded by the boundless sea, ceaselessly beating the reefs underfoot,only could use the harpoon to capture small fish to survive,he had to flee again to seek a shelter,before the storm and rainy season.

He fled to an island where another tribe was living,hiding himself and watching on a huge tree near the village,it was a tribe of small people, he was a giant in comparison,this village was being robbed,some people who he had never seen, with white skin, yellow beards,no one knew where they came from,he yelled and jumped down from the huge tree like a God from heaven,he saved this tribe, he was honored as a warrior,his deeds were compiled as an epic singing in the tribe,became the chief of this clan,a few years later, he had a daughter: Tangakwunu, meaning rainbow in Indian Hopi language,she was big as him, and beautiful.

When those Yellow Beards were leaving,at first withdrew to a huge ship docked on the coast,it was armed with armors, glittering in the sun, shining brightly,there were many Yellow Beards wearing flashed armors on that giant boat,then they left.

It was a scene that the chief never had thought of, and never could understand!

No one knew why they left? where did they go? when would they come back?

The chief knew that the Yellow Beards would certainly come back!when the time they came back, nobody could resist them,the final outcome,it would be the end of this tribe he was ruling, and all the other tribes in the continent!the chief was worrying about the future alone, in deep fear.

3，Hunting Field

Above one hand, putting on another hand,placing one heart over another heart,setting corns between men and women,past down the belief of the ancestors of this clan:the continuation of a life had to depend on the death of another life,so people were hunting for food and continuing their lives,also out of respect for life itself,asking forgiveness from God.

Yellow Beards were finally back here,holding bright fireguns in their hands,in the past, people had used to hunt in the forests , and then they were the preys for hunting,whether who was a young man, an elderly, a woman or a child.

Please through the red tears shedded from our eyes, in the name of humanity,silently watch Americas of the 18th century :those recording numbers of lost lives, rethink their inside meanings once more:13 millions, in the Spanish ruled territory;10 millions, in the Brazilian region;1 million, in the Westward Movement of the States,New England Protestant and Puritan Legislation in 1703,for every person who striped off an Indian's scalp and captured one red man, rewarding 40 pounds,in 1720, rewarding 100 pounds;the 1744 Massachusetts Bay paid for each scalp,it provided such rewards:for every scalp of a man over the age of 12 who has been peeled off, rewarding 100 new pounds,for every stripping off a woman's or child's scalp, rewarding 50 new pounds,massacre, siege, eviction, slavery, rape, forced migration, Indian reservations, genocides, ......after the Indian Migration Act of 1830,on the West of the Mississippi River,the figures of Indian tribes,disappeared in remote, barren mountains, engulfed in deserts where people rarely reached,on the way to "Indiencial Indian",there were 4,000 people in the Cherokee tribe whose lost lives were "the trial of blood and tears".

In the moments of unexpected deaths,for the weak, there were no time for cheap tears or expression of human emotions,in the dimension of history, on the backside of civilizations,Barbarism has completed the definition of civilizations in the depths of darkness.

This was the continent of the Americas,

dark night had conspiracy in the dark night, speaking in human language, while walking in the manner of a beast.

Broken fingers, torsos, female breasts no longer soft, dusty hairs, fleshes stopped rotten, as hard as irons;love, hope, legends, bonfires, clan logos, feathers on head, songs singing in the light of morning ,the thoughts before dawn , the belief when praying, the gentle touch of the clarinet, the red faces, the footprintswhen fleeing, the shock of fearful screams, the sorrow before death, all buried,on the earth, in the deserts, under the water, between the stones and stones, between the bare hills andthe mountains, at the junctions of the streams, they were no longer accompanying with wolverines and the nighthawks.

After the Yellow Beards came back, the people of the chief were hunted one by one,looking at his own daughter Tangakwunu who has grown up,red tears flowed into the heart of the chief, those were the tears of a father,one evening, the chief took Tangakwunu, embarked his canoe,to see Dave, a British gentleman, the most merciful intruder,proposing to marry him of Tangakwunu as his wife,to avoid her fate of being hunted like an animal on a certain day in the future,Dave could not see the beauty of Tangakwunu,his kindness did not prevent him from seeing Tangakwunu as a creature lower than himself,the chief understood everything, lost his last hope, and shedded tears of desperation again,on the way back, he looked up into the deep blue night sky and prayed to the God of moon for protection.

Tangakwunu was hunted in a bright moonlight night,her beautiful body was just lying back in the canoe,as it drifting through the jungles,the red blood poured from her chest, and flowed into the canoe, and dipped into the cold water,like red flowers blooming in the water,becoming a long red color line, gradually dimmed.

4，Road of Clouds

Put the mountains and the earth into the hands of humanity and held tightly to redraw the mountains and the earth,a man born in 1809 in the cabin of the Kings Springs farm in Kentucky,a thinker who came from a childhood, "a concise chronicle of poverty",a free martyr who was murdered at the Ford Theatre on April 11, 1865,a symbol of integrity, kindness, strength, humanity,through the lips of history, talking to me in the wasteland of human nature,with merciful eyes, to look at the vast land of North America again,after mutual killings, got reconciliation.

A colorful vision has formed above the bloody ashes,extending to all corners of the earth where sound could travel through,to silence the language in the language, to conquer evil motives in desire with a merciful heart,so that the flowers of love could bloom in the whole world,brought this world light, connected the entire land with an invisible net,

thousands of people, with their dreams, came from all corners of the world, in the call of freedom,from the land, the sky, the ocean, the jungle, the desert; from Americas, Europe, Asia, Africa; from Pacific, Atlantic,Indian Ocean; from dawn, day, dusk and night,through the connection of one particle with another, it was accumulated, gradually driven upwards by the instinctof human nature,extended to form fingers that could touch the heaven,weaving new dreams by dreams, and planting all sorts of colored, merciful seeds in the heart of dreams,implanting thinking to subvert thinking, and making fruits of love enshrine in the temple of spirit,climbing up to the top of the sky and looking down on the earth.

There was a man from the East,a never-ending dreamer,a pilgrim from afar,the son of laborers,working in the winter, speaking with a thick native accent,when he came here, it was in a late fall of a year, he wanted to see the magic fruits of the legends with his own eyes,was lost in thoughts under the golden leaves of the fall, in the absence of fruits,used to sit on a long bench on the 7th subway, transfer at Queensboro Plaza Station to Manhattan,when returning back, get off at 103 Station of Corona,sometimes kissed his lover in the chilli gale of the night,sometimes looked at the Hudson River flows going down south, and the shadow of Brooklyn Bridge sloping downwards,he looked up at the countless gigantic rocks piled up in extraordinary ways,glittering with the glory of the sun, into the blue sky,there were two great columns that had been connected to the sky,on the early morning of September 11, 2001, two giant iron birds flying from outlands, stroke heavily,collapsed, burned, turned into the dust,at the same time, there were 2,996 human lives got lost into the dust, and the dreams of the new world.

Please lend me the torch of heaven, illuminate the hatred in the dark night,do not allow hatred to be the cause of another hatred,the lives lost here could not justify the slaughtering of other lives,the killings, sufferings, and lost lives that occurred elsewhere had occurred many times in the history,could not make up for the lives lost here or to comfort their souls;we must not allow selfish desires and avarice wrapped in humane clothing,creating catastrophes in this world to expand its territories.

A devil always speaks the language of an angel to act, with changing faces.

If love lost its shelter to live,hatred would follow every trace of humankind,in the end, engulfed by the darkness.

5，The Dust

After a gust of wind, the mirage has disappeared into the dust,I heard the flute of Indians,in history, in the wind, narrating to me:

The core structure of this poem is as following: The horizontal direction is the city of New York in The United States in comparison with the salt city Zigong of China; The vertical direction is the material world in contrast with the spiritual world, forming the shape of a cross symbolizing redemption, the key content is the conflicts of civilizations and the decay of humanity.

1, The Stone

Old elements, suffusing within the hot burning,death came one after another as waves, until they were solidified,decayed acid through the intercourse of materials cooled lava, stones of different shapes,eroded the soft dreams of land,like a hand made from steel, to the deep layers of the earth,or a giant claw of a beast,grasping the living bulbs on roots tightly,pinched and crushed all of their cell tissues,until forced out,the last drop of red tears.

Through water nonstoping pouring on, the gentle touch of thousands of years,formed those beautiful as well as bright solid petals and buds,breeded themselves continuously on the surface of the earth,at the same time gradually inserted into the womb of the earth,the weak beads of tears covering the fresh flowers,could only slide down on their surfaces,silently into the soil,as another feast of worms,another innocent sacrifice.

What kind of liquid, once shining inside the body of a bright stone,moisturized its appearance?transformed it into a brilliant existence of a solid life,the hard might die because its hard,the hand of desire, broken the bright stone into pieces,let them become a part of the dust,under the chilly stone,unexpected deaths everywhere,who destroyed them again after their countless of deaths?

Water always walked around, water would never die.

What kind of poweragglutinated the broken stones again ?became the streets of New York,the huge shapes of buildings,under the vast sky,as stiff guards,protecting the city,streets like arteries extending to where footsteps could trample on,a bright room on a Chelsea street,who let a man and a woman surrounded by crowds of people,copulate naked, on the spotlight, biting each other?for the sake of the dignity of human nature,under the roots of the transparent glass wall.

Next to Horace Harding Expressway in Queens,on the second floor of a house,five people from different places sit themselves down at the same table for a dinner,they did not care about the vehicles on the highway,carrying all kinds of people to different destinies,they never knew the most of them,would never meet them in the future either.

One person said that he came here from the sea,originally was with his sister-in-law,the moment a huge wave came,saw her knocked off her entire lower body by the strength of two boats,she shouted: "Help me!"the snakehead kicked her into the water,she disappeared into the body of the sea,a vortex formed by the liquid.he calmly narrated,as if somebody else's story.

2, The Salt

I came from the East,beneath the soft layer of vegetation,there were red soil, limestone, veins of rocks,after washed by the water over and over again,melted into the sleeping water,became the colorful psalm of the content of underground water ,non-stoppingly chanted by the mouth of time for,the material classics separated from materials,after a long time,a long time more than time could be calculated,people put up huge wood structures,with an extremely long wood stick,into the bottom of the earth where life could be nurtured,the integration of the water with soil, limestone, veins of rocks,took out from the heart of the earth,under the gaze of the sun,boiled it over the heat of thousand degrees,the residues inside the soil, limestone, veins of rocks, differentiated again into a solid condition,became salt,memory could not be separated,an element of life with a bitter history.

Let fire confront fire ,verifying the temperature of fire,and also verifying the degrees of a life,wind could have its length,at the end of the length,occasionally the fire would be crushed,became ashes without any temperature.

When we were playing,although very scared,still climbed over the tall branches of eucalyptus tree,with the help of a twig,knocked down nests of sparrows,fledglings no feather with red tender bodies,were rolling on the grass with their lair,children could not see the horror and mourning inside their eyes,only hear the subtle echo from the mouths.

3, The Candle

She said she liked the place,a restaurant near Greenwich Village of New York,in the night, lights sparkling on the branches of trees between tables,candlelights reflecting the shadows from the cups of glass,waitress,please bring a few cups of bewitched wine,let passion smash on the demeaning darkness of the night!for a long time no such a gathering,you such a lonely pilgrim,temporarily stop your busy steps,let the joy of tonight,wash out the dust of your history.

She came from a very remote country,as me, for love,has chased to all corners of the world,with the regard that love is the highest value of life,you said that all love might contain the ingredients of pain,for that was a real standing-fast in life,in Verona of Italy,and the gardens of Belgian ,we together have heard the echoes of remote lives,scars all over the journey.

I could not refuse those biting kisses from the wind of god in extremely cold Winter,and the burning sunshine on my skin as the beating raindrops in hot Summer,I could not refuse on the open streets in the darkness,walking far and far away, carrying my own heart,to the wilderness of life, to visit my soul,pushing the fingers apart, into my own body,in the splits of the cellsor the orderly arrangements of chromosomes,detecting the differences between the wonder of emotions and desires,perhaps they are one,establishment in destruction,and destruction in establishment,but I would not stop,went to read all the pages of the book,In the palace of the soul.

4, The Erosion

A girl,in the early sprime of her life,just like a flower in bloom,one day she told parents and sisters,she was going to come to New Yorkwith a group of equally young teenagers,to eye witness this great city.

The sky of that day was brilliant as usual,between 42nd Street to 43rd Street on Broadway,suddenly a truck rushed up,crushing the panic flows of people on the sidewalk,screams of terror hit the ground,hit the eye-catching, huge, beautiful window panes on the skyscrapers around,death has cut off the veins of her life,she could have a lot of dreams, a lot of children,at that moment, has become the most unlikely luxury,become another number in the countless deaths,why? she extended her hands from another world.

People, where are you?

woo woo woo woo woo woo..., la la la la la la ...01/26/2018

I HAVE HEARD

When I came. I heard the chasing of thunder, the discussion of rain, and the flows of waterWhen I came, I heard mom was working, father telling stories, the darkness was hiding, children were joyful with opened eyesWhen I came, I heard our heart was the most soft part, easy to get hurt, and we really need courage to live on, a lot of courage

When the earth vanished, I did not dare to breath, even animals were in silence, watching the happenings

When I came, I heard the people of Vincent Van Gogh were eating potatoes, hands in roughness and beauty, showing honesty after laborWhen I came, I heard the world was in total darkness, there was only a little brightness, for that I kept running after my own shadow to get closer to that little brightnessWhen I came, I heard life was complicated, but we need to be naive, naive to wish, for true beauty only showing in naivety, we need to be naive, we don't care how much we could suffer

After the sun set, darkness engulfed, I came inter this world, with the most soft heart, easy to get hurt, so I held my mom's hands, courage overwhelming my whole body

I came to make a test, how much love we could have, how much pain we could carry, when beauty disappearing, truth revealing, glory was not a story, but life itself.10/13/2016

WHEN THE TENDERNESS WRAPPED ME

The tenderness of sleep, wrapped me as the darkness fellI set up, to a journey without a destiny, in an unknown landThere, roads covered with exotic scents, chanting stories in the air we never heardThere, flowers had the heaviest different colors, even the best imagination failedThere, big birds were extremely enjoyable, flying high and low, dashing fast near and awayThere, animals were mild, only fighting for enjoymentand there, mountains were next to one another, murmuring secrets to the waves of the sea

There, the sound of a new born was stronger than life itselfand there death was impossibleand there, huge jungles within our backyard gardensand there roads were stretching high into the heaven

I have set up for a journey, when the tenderness of sleep filled me, a journey without a destination, in an exotic land, to paesi I never have been, but I would go and see, traveling with you

A journey without a destiny, without limitations, in an unknown land

There, when I feel pain, I feel love.08/08/2016

I SAW

I saw a man flying to the burning Sun with extreme passion and loveI saw the sky looking down the earth, with pity and sorrow,I saw people running disorderly, losing their recognizable faces

selfishness embarrassed selfishnesshatred goes together with rejectionlies becoming luscious dishes on the table every daypeople are divided by races, religions, nations, and groups of interest

desire to be able to think like a kind mandesire to be civilized, but when?

fate is a big game, we watch them play, fearfully, with hopewhen people mixed with animal, and worse.04/30/2015

IF

If the sky is a presentation of infinity, I would like to fly, go beyond and beyondif the earth is a symbol of life, I would choose to stay without going to the sky, inquiring its wonder and beautyif distance is a test of love, I would travel all the way to my destiny, without any hesitation

if morning is a fresh beginning, I would not go to sleep, and without the fear of darknessif greatness is not from achievements, but the result of beliefif death is not a conclusion of an end, but a solution of reunionif time is a road to the glory, I will be there, waiting for you to come

If tear does not reveal pain, but the expression of joy, and the colourful emotions of mind, I would stand by the window, let appreciation occupy my heart

if mountain does not mean height, but a definition of gravityif sea does not contain water, but fire and passionif snow does not hold the cold, but a showing of purityif sex does not provide desire, but a ceremony of loveif failure does not describe failure, but a step to realize the faith

I will be there, waiting for you to comeever and forevereven rain, even thunder, even stormwaiting for you to comeimpatiently with patience06/08/2014

RAIN

Rain appears from the sky, penetrating you,vanishes in the vast earth,thunders are blades, one another,cutting the sky inter pieces,behind mountains after mountains,resting the lovely hometown,joy over joy, bitterness over bitterness,nightmares were never without their charming faces,we forgot to run, but ran instinctively

Between having and losing; love and despairing,this world is a map without its directions,memory loses its courage to grasp the past,future is another glorious mystery,

the burden of fog captures us,we feel our breathes and breathes feel us,testing if there is a reason to be so, to be completed,at the moment of present,waiting for its destiny 10/29/2013

AN UNBENDING BELIEVER

Darkness falls upon youas a tear, fighting for its transparencyas a Spring, brutally beautifulas a blade, sharp and hurting

The echos of silent explosions are hiding inside of younear and faryou feel helplessly dropping down, to the hellinstead, you've landed on the heavenfor you are an unbending believer07/22/2013

TRUTH IS BEAUTY

If a truth is ugly, it is an ugly beautyIf a truth is beautiful, it is a beautiful beautyIf a truth is sad, it is a sad beautyIf a truth is happy, it is a happy beautyIf a truth is terrible, it is a terrible beautyIf a truth is nice, it is a nice beautyIf a truth is good, it is a good beautyIf a truth is bad, it is a bad beautyIf a truth is hell, it is a hell beautyIf a truth is heaven, it is a heaven beautyIf a truth is tortured, it is a tortured beautyIf a truth is satisfied, it is a satisfied beauty